It is not real.
They both know it, they both have known it from the very beginning.
(ah, but they are blind)
They knew from the start that nothing would be created, nothing would begin –
(it cannot be found, they cry)
--for they are much too pessimistic, or perhaps realistic, to believe that they could really –
(that which they seek, yet)
--have feelings, believe in something. They both understand this.
(it is already--)
They know that when they fight together, it is out of necessity, not anything else.
(discovered, can they not see--)
They know that when she takes a blow that is meant for him, it is simply for her body can take more than his.
(it is a secret.)
When he is drenched by the rain and sees her on stage, silently playing in her dark costume, he knows his smile is faked, nothing more.
(It's always denied)
When he understands her true feelings, if only a little, it is only random chance that her heart seems to skip a beat.
(every smile, every laugh)
When they are alone in the silent clubroom, the warm atmosphere is only due to the lack of noise.
(hidden forever)
When Haruhi forces them to dress as a husband and bridge "to appeal to the female romantic viewers," it is only because of her commands that he picks up the whiten-clad girl.
(in their minds, it sits--)
When she tells the two to kiss, and their faces are so close together, so that every detail can be seen, and when Kyon puts a stop to all of it – it was only simple human hormones that made both their hearts beat fast.
(rotting away, as they try)
But of course, for they are both cold, both ice—
(to forget it all)
It isn't like the sun and moon; their touch burns each other, and they weep, for they cannot be together—
(they will remember)
But not ice and snow. They do not weep, for their tears freeze on their face and go unseen –
(no matter how hard they try)
And when cold touches cold, there is only cold.
(to forget; that warmth)
It starts out as a simple idea—
(burns into their minds)
"It's snowing! Let's have a snowball fight!" A groan, a fearful squeal, and two silent responses taken to assent to this plan.
(but they do not understand)
So they go outside, and everything is covered with a flat blanket of white—
(why they remember)
He watches Mikuru and Kyon being tormented by snowballs, and smiles coldly at 'God.' She was definitely enjoying herself.
(they will know, in time,--)
He turns to look for the last member of their group. His eyes widen.
(why they remember, but for)
Her cheeks are brightly colored, and her eyes are wide with amazement at the concept of snow, her namesake. She reaches out to touch it, and flinches when her bare hands touch the freezing cold. He has never—
(now, it's a secret)
--seen her look so alive – so human.
(their hearts are frozen)
And as he watches her oddly childlike interest, he smiles. Not his usual poker face. Not a fake smile crafted for his own purposes. He smiles what might even be considered a true smile – something he has not shown for a long time.
(encased in ice; but someday--)
"Nagato-san?"
She looks up from the snow at him, eyes still alight with a living glow that seems like fire.
"Do you what a snowman is?" She nods.
"Have you ever made one?" She shakes her head, and he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a pair of mittens and tossing them to her.
"Put them on, or your hands will get cold." She looks at him quizzically, and he replies, "We're going to make a snowman."
Her eyes light up again, cheeks flushed, and she puts on the mittens.
They are so very warm.
(someday, they will melt)
End—
...Random KoizumiYuki. I think it could've come out a lot better.